19.06.2012 15 °C
So far it seems all of my blog posts are going to include some kind of mistake I've made. If that'll be the case, let's hope it's not as bad as today's mistake. Ooie. Let me start from the beginning...
The flight was absolutely fantastic... Well maybe I could've done without the bitter old man sitting next to me. This poor mother had two children no older than 4 years old who must have been high on some kind of hyperactive drug. Anyone who's babysat more than one kid at a time will tell you it's no picnic, especially at that age. This man, let's call him Earl (he had those Earl-like features), had obviously not babysat in his life. He complained about the kids the entire flight. In fact he was more annoying than the kids the themselves. At one point Earl even yelled: CAN'T YOU SEE YOUR DAUGHTER IS ANNOYING US ALL?!? BE A PARENT AND SHUT HER UP. Rude, eh?
Ok,now let me skip over a few hours here...
The time is now 10:38am and Jamie and I are just about to get off the train we took to Victoria Station. At the time, I had my wallet in hand and my monster of a backpack on my back. The moment I step off the train, onto downtown London's busiest station I suddenly realize... I'm empty handed. My wallet, probably the one thing I WOULDN'T want to lose, the one thing that carries over 300 euros and 200 pounds, that carries my visa and ID and recently purchased London Travel card is friggin missing.
I start to panic.
"Jamie".. I say.. "Where's my wallet?"
I look back at the train that is now closing its doors. And run to the window. There it is sitting on my seat.
Long story short, Jamie saved the day by prying open the train doors and fetching it before it left.
I'm hoping mistake #3 will be choosing the wrong coffee at the café we're about to check out...